Leon drew his blade again—Heartpiercer, the soul-bound weapon humming with anticipation. As the first siren dove in, her song twisting into a tangible lance of madness, he dashed forward with a single step, the coral beneath his boots exploding from the force.
A shockwave of water and golden light erupted as his sword cleaved through the song itself, severing the psychic melody before it could reach the others. His blade then met the dragon's snout—divine steel meeting abyssal scale.
The clash sent ripples through the water, the dragon screeching in fury as it twisted away, only to be met by Roselia, who launched a flaming spear at its exposed flank. The flames didn't burn the water—they boiled it, creating a vacuum tunnel that rocketed the spear directly into the creature's side, exploding on contact.
"One down," she muttered.
